When You Stop Repeating Yourself, You Find Out Who Was Really ThereSome people do not love you.They love the echo of you.They love the version that agrees quickly, adapts effortlessly, and never asks them to grow. They love the you who repeats what is already safe, familiar, and convenient. The moment you stop repeating yourself—stop translating

The Witch's TongueThe sky was still and heavy. I sat alone, listening to the wind slide over the rooftops like a whisper that didn’t want to be heard. That night, God spoke. Not in thunder. Not in fire. But in silence beside the television set. He gave visions. Six or seven, clear and hard as bullets. And one of them — one — was dark enough t